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review 2017-06-27 08:05
Release Blast w/Review - Rock Star
 
 
 
A high school reunion is about to get down and dirty 
and a whole lot more complicated!
 
 
 
 
ROCK STAR
A Bad Boy Homecoming Novel
Stacey Kennedy
Releasing June 27, 2017
 

 

A high school reunion is about to get down and dirty and a whole lot more complicated in this new erotic romance from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy.

Veterinarian, Rae Evans expects to attend a dreadful ten-year high school reunion. Instead, she’s confronted by a past she’s never gotten over. The love of her life, Travis Walker, has returned to Catfish Creek, and the now-famous rock star wants only three things: Her. Naked. And screaming his name.
 
Fresh off his last world tour, Travis has returned to town to get a dose of reality. With fame casting a superficial cloud over Travis’s life, he’s scrambling to stay afloat. He needs an anchor, and Rae is that for him. But as he finds himself, he’s determined to remind Rae of the heat that once burned between them.
 
Before they know it, their one hot night is three, and soon, just like ten years ago, Travis holds the strings to Rae’s heart. But Rae’s not that young girl who watched her high school sweetheart race off to become famous. She’s a woman who knows what she wants and realizes when a man needs her. She just has to decide if she should put the past on repeat, or walk away from it forever.
 

 
 
 
 
 

Travis Walker made women’s panties disappear.

 

On most nights, anyway.

 

Tonight, sitting on a wooden stool set upon the stage at Catfish Creek High School’s conference center, only one woman was on his mind. His fingers strummed over the strings of the guitar, mouth rested near the microphone, and after he sang the final two lines of the chorus—I wanna kiss you under the moonlight. And love you ‘til the sun comes up—the applause from the crowd reopened his eyes.

 

Sparkling string lights and masquerade masks hung from the ceiling above him, reminding him that he wasn’t surrounded by thousands of his typical screaming and wild fans. In his Texas hometown, he stared out at teachers, old friends, and classmates, all dressed in formal wear and masquerade masks.

 

From his seat in the spotlight, he recalled playing for smaller crowds on this very stage back in high school. Those had been some of the happiest days of his life. Now, fresh off his last world tour, he realized he loved that scene, too. The energy of a smaller crowd, who knew him personally, and a larger crowd, who thought they were in love with him, was so different he couldn’t compare the two, but admittedly, he missed the intimacy that came from a smaller venue.

Done with his song, and with the crowd quieting, he slid the guitar strap over his head and handed the instrument back to a member of the band that’d been hired to play at Catfish Creek High School’s ten-year reunion. When he jumped off the stage, he sighed in relief, finding that all the cell phones pointed in his direction were now put away, and the flashing lights were gone.

 

That’s when he set his focus on what mattered tonight: finding her. Rae Evans—the muse behind the song he sang tonight, Moonlight.

 

He scanned the crowd overtop the decorated tables with their gold chairs, but the beauty had escaped him somehow. He recognized Annie Flowers, the librarian, who gave him a little wave, and Christopher Christianson, the principal, who was grabbing a drink from the bar. Travis could have sworn he spotted Rae entering the masquerade ball when he began his song. Desperation now clawed at his chest.

 

Determined to find her, he moved farther into the crowd, just as his cell vibrated in his pocket. Knowing exactly who it’d be, and that he couldn’t ignore the call, he reached for his phone and then frowned at the text from his manager, Scott Price.

 

Awesome job. The video is already up on YouTube. Fans are loving it. The mask was a nice touch. Don’t miss your flight in the a.m.

 

Travis shifted the black masquerade mask around his eyes, and the muscles along his shoulders tightened with the reminder of the weight they carried; of the need for him to always be on point, and the fact that nothing, not even his high school reunion, was sacred anymore.

 

Life had changed dramatically since the last time Travis stepped foot in the conference center. But he didn’t want to think about the shit weighing on him, so he fired off a response—I’ll be on it—then tucked his cell phone back into his pocket.

 

He had tonight to fix everything that was wrong with his life, and he wouldn’t waste it.

In the eyes of his manager, Travis had come to the reunion to put on a show and to look real to his fans. But Travis hadn’t come for the publicity; he had come for one very good reason: to find his anchor—the woman who stopped his world from spinning wildly out of control.

 

Lately, in a sea of chaos, he’d finally stopped drowning and saw a way back to the happiness he once had. That happiness had started with Rae, and surely, she was his way to find himself again.

 

One touch. One taste. He wanted to remember what that happiness felt like.

 

Again, he searched the crowd, ignoring the way some men glowered at him, and some women batted their lashes. Rae. That’s whom he’d come here to see tonight. Only her.

The band behind him started playing another ballad, and that’s when he found her, staring right at him from across the room. She wore a sleek, black, strapless gown around her slender figure with matching long, black gloves.

 

His muscles surged with adrenaline, and he went to move toward her when a hard voice came from behind him.

 

Karly wants you to play another song.”

 

Travis slowly glanced over his shoulder to find the biggest asshole in Catfish Creek High School history, Jason, a blond-haired, slender, one-time big shot. Rae was best friends with Kate, and Kate had loved—and later married and divorced—the dipshit behind him.

 

Times had changed.

 

Travis didn’t owe Jason anything now, and he certainly didn’t owe the reunion’s event planner, Karly, shit. “You can tell Karly that I told her I’d play one song, and that’s exactly what I did. Bother me again, and we’ll have a problem.”

 

Jason didn’t make a move or say a word in rebuttal. Once a coward, always a coward.

Refocused on the only person who mattered tonight, and pulled by the energy only Rae conjured, Travis stretched out his fingers, shedding his frustrations as he moved with purpose through the crowd. Her pretty, hazel eyes surrounded by dark makeup followed his every move, and she yanked him forward with a simple look.

 

She’d always been a pretty girl, but she’d grown into a blindingly beautiful and stunning woman. Her gown fit her like a glove. A gold filigree mask somehow made the creaminess of her skin appear richer. She wore her shoulder-length, brown hair in big waves framing her round face.

Tonight, she didn’t look so fresh-faced and innocent. She looked sexy as hell, and just the sight of her again caused Travis’s cock to swell eagerly.

 

While he’d talked to her through email, text, and the occasional late-night, drunk phone call every birthday and Christmas over the last ten years, he hadn’t seen her. Not since that day on his parents’ porch. Sure, he’d kept an eye on her through the Catfish Creek Chronicle when they featured her for her charity work, and also on the website for the vet clinic she owned. But after he’d walked the path that led away from her, he’d never found his way back. Life got busy. New friends were found. Fame overtook him.

 

Now, he was…home.

 

When he finally reached her, the air between them felt charged. “Rae,” he said.

Her eyes warmed. Dark, red-painted lips curved. “Travis.”

 

Christ, he remembered how those lips tasted. How she tasted—every goddamn inch of her.

Beneath her mask, those pretty eyes now turned a little suspicious. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the reunion?”

 

Perhaps he should have called, but… “I wanted to surprise you.” Because there were important reasons he returned to his hometown, ones that he didn’t want her to know about. Yet.

It all began with an article in the Catfish Creek Chronicle.

 

Dr. Rae Evans feels she’s done what was needed to help the animals in Catfish Creek, and she’s ready to begin a new journey. She’s looking to open another clinic in one of the neighboring towns.

 

At twenty-eight years old, she’d achieved what she hoped to do by thirty, and that article reminded him of the guy he used to be when she’d first made those plans. He wasn’t the same man who left Catfish Creek all those years ago, and he didn’t know when exactly he lost himself. While Rae had likely found all the happiness she wanted in her success, he simply wanted to find his way back to the carefree guy he once was.

 

To do that, he had to come back to the place where he was the happiest. He had to come back to her. “But to tell you why I wanted to surprise you, I need to tell you a story.” He offered his hand. “How about we dance, and I’ll share it.”

 

For a second, he thought she might refuse him. She simply stared at his hand.

When her eyes met his again, and she slowly slid her palm into his, the tightening in his chest eased. He closed his fingers around hers and sensed her soften, making him smile.

Reliving that infectious energy she carried, he led her into the middle of the dance floor, then he spun her around and pulled her to him, nice and close, sliding his hand across her lower back.

She laughed softly, eyes twinkling behind her mask. “You’ve still got the moves, I see.”

 

My moves will never fail me.” He grinned.

 

The band played the perfect song. Something a little sexy and slow, keeping her hips swaying perfectly with his. He did nothing to shield his erection, but one look into her eyes told him that was all right. With her breasts pressed against his chest, her cheeks a little pink now, he noticed the heat in the depths of her gaze. He’d recognize it anywhere. That fire felt like it belonged to him—always had, always would. Yet in the past, she’d shy away from that desire. Now, he noted how she firmly held his gaze, telling him she wasn’t the young lover he once had.

 

How long are you staying in town?” she asked, in an obvious attempt to divert their attention away from his cock.

 

Just tonight.” He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand, keeping her as close as he could, inhaling her flowery scent that had faded from his memory. “I fly out bright and early in the morning.”

 

Only tonight?” She shot him a questioning glance. “You came all the way here from New York just for the reunion?”

You seem surprised.”

 

She shrugged, seemingly unaffected when another couple bumped into her, her interest obviously centered on him. “Seems like a long way to come for only a few hours.”

 

A very good point, indeed. “Well, you see, that brings us to my story.” He sent her out, twirling her around before bringing her in close again and returning the smile she gave him. “But I think we need to go back even further for you to truly understand.”

 

Go on,” she said, watching him closely.

 

He paused, collecting his thoughts, then he began. “You’ll never hear me complain about my life. I have far more than I probably deserve.”

 

That’s a good thing,” she said firmly, even as a playful grin teased her lips. “You have a pretty amazing life, and you’d better not complain to me about all the fabulous trips you get to take around the world, or you might lose a tooth.”

 

He chuckled but leaned in, calling her out. “And how do you know so much about my life? Reading up on me?”

 

A little,” she admitted.

 

 

That’s what he liked most about Rae. She was honest, through and through. The fact that she followed his life could bite him in the ass later, but at this point, there was no going back, so he pushed the conversation along. “So, then you know that I have a very good life. I travel. I stay in fancy hotels. I eat at amazing restaurants. I never have to lift a finger. I have everything that anyone should want.”

 

Her eyes searched his. “But it’s not the life you want?”

 

Of course, she caught on. He didn’t expect otherwise. That’s why he’d come to the reunion—to be with someone who truly knew him. “It’s not that I don’t want the life I live,” he explained gently. “It’s that something is missing. Something very important.”

 

Which is?”

 

The guy I used to be.”

 

She began nibbling her lip like she used to do in high school when she became confused. “What do you mean?”

 

I can have anything I want, Rae. There is nothing that’s not available to me.” He slid his hand along her spine, pulling her in closer, leaving no room between them. “But the guy I was when we were together…I don’t know him anymore.”

 

Her eyes softened, and her voice grew quiet. “That’s really kinda sad, Travis.”

 

It is what it is.” He shrugged, not wanting to get stuck on the things he couldn’t change. “My manager told me that I’d been invited to the reunion and saw it as a business opportunity. But I saw it as a personal one.”

 

The song shifted to something faster, and the crowd began to fill the dance floor, bumping into his back. He refused to let her go, holding her tightly against him. “Do you want to know the real reason I came to the reunion tonight?”

 

Yes,” she said, a little breathlessly.

 

I came to relive the past, Rae.” He released her hand, wrapping his other arm around her and bringing his mouth close to hers. “That’s the only reason I’m here. I want to remember what it’s like to be with a woman who knows the real me.” He was encouraged by her shiver. An involuntary movement that spoke of her willingness to give him all that he wanted and more.

Hot and hard, he dropped his head into her neck, inhaled the subtle hints of her flowery perfume, and said into her ear, “We have a chance that many people don’t get. To go back and feel what we felt before.” He dragged his nose across her neck in the way he knew she liked, feeling her quiver under his hands. “Tomorrow, our lives will return to normal. Nothing will have changed. You’ll live here, entirely focused on your clinic and your life, and I’ll live mine in New York. Tonight’s our one free pass to dip into the past, and I want to take it. Because tonight, Rae”—he brushed his lips across her neck, and a soft moan escaped her mouth as he murmured—“I want one more taste of you.”

 

She gasped and stepped back, blinking rapidly. “I…sorry, excuse me. I need to get some air.” Then those pretty pink cheeks and wide, excited eyes were gone, her dress trailing behind her as she ran for the door.

 

 

Travis shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit and grinned. He didn’t mind hunting her, it sweetened his reward.

 
 
 
Rock Star (Bad Boy Homecoming, #5)Rock Star by Stacey Kennedy
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book #5, in the Bad Boy Homecoming series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading this series in order.

Travis chose 10 years ago to live his dream. His girlfriend at the time chose the same. After spending so much time apart he has decided to go home. He has also figured a few key things out.

Rae gave up her man to follow her dreams. She knew he needed to follow his as well. Now he is a famous musician in demand, and they never see one another. With him home for their high school reunion - can they get a real second chance at the love they share?

This story was full of emotions. I loved how the characters desired to put one another first. There was a lot that impressed me in this book. I thought it was a great addition to the series. I cannot wait to see more from this author.


***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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STACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the Dirty Little Secrets and Club Sin series. She writes deeply emotional romances about powerful men and the wild women who tame them. When she’s not writing sensual stories, she spends her time in southwestern Ontario with her real life hero, her husband, their two young children, and her other babies: a mini labradoodle named Jax and a chocolate labrador named Murphy. Stacey is a proud chocolate, television show, Urban Barn, and wine addict. She likes her heroes in her books like she likes her coffee . . . strong and hot!
 
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Blog Tour: The Bad Luck Bride by Jane Goodger with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Jane Goodger’s The Bad Luck Bride. We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

 

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Welcome to St. Ives, the charming seaside town where even a down-on-her luck bride might find her way back to love . . .   As if being left at the alter for the third time isn’t bad enough, Lady Alice Hubbard has now been dubbed “The Bad Luck Bride” by the London newspapers. Defeated, she returns to her family’s estate in St. Ives, resolved to a future as a doting spinster. After all, a lady with her record of marital mishaps knows better than to dream of happily-ever-after. But then Alice never expects to see Henderson Southwell again. Her beloved brother’s best friend disappeared from her life soon after her brother’s death. Until now… Alice is just as achingly beautiful as Henderson remembers. And just as forbidden. For the notorious ladies’ man made one last promise to Alice’s brother before he died—and that was never to pursue her. But one glimpse of Alice’s sorrow and Henderson feels a powerful urge to put the light back in her lovely eyes, one lingering kiss at a time. Even if it means falling in love with the one woman he can never call his bride . . .

 

 

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If only her fiancé had died five minutes after the ceremony instead of five minutes before, Alice wouldn’t be in her current, unfathomable, situation. A terrible thought, yes, but there was never a truer sentiment to go through her mind. He was late. Her current and very much alive fiancé was terribly, horribly, embarrassingly late, and the vicar was giving her sad looks and the congregation was whispering, and Alice felt like she might scream for them all to just shut up. Harvey Reginald Heddingford III, Viscount Northrup, whom she actually liked (the first of her three fiancés whom she actually had liked) had apparently grown ice cold feet. It wasn’t much of a surprise, actually. The night before he’d seemed…off. Distracted. Overly nice. Guilty. That’s when the first niggling feeling of doubt touched her but she forced herself to ignore it. Certainly three men couldn’t leave her at the altar. Though to be fair, Bertram Russell, her second ill-fated fiancé, was ousted by her enraged father long before she’d set foot in the church. Bertram had been found out—not one week before their planned nuptials—to be a complete fraud. He made ordinary fortune hunters seem like innocent children dabbling at seducing marriage out of highly placed, rich women. One dead. One fraud. One very, very late. This could not be happening again. She stood in the vestibule with her father and sister, dread slowly wrapping around her like a toxic fog, making it almost impossible to breathe. As she waited for her groom to make an appearance, knowing he would not, Alice vowed she would never, ever, be put in this position again. When she saw Vicar Jamison coming toward the spot where she stood with her father, Alice knew it was over. She couldn’t seem to gather the energy to cry and in fact had the terrible urge to laugh, something she sometimes did at the worst possible moment. Actually, other than feeling a bit off kilter and extremely humiliated, she felt nothing at all. Certainly not heartbroken. “Lord Hubbard,” the vicar said, giving her father a small bow. “It may be time to address the congregation.” Her dear, dear, papa looked at her, his eyes filled with sorrow. “I think I must.” Alice nodded and pressed her hands, still holding her silly bouquet, into her stomach. God, the humiliation. This was far worse than Bertram and, well, poor Lord Livingston was deemed a tragedy, not a humiliation. People at least felt sorry for her when her first ill-fated husband-to-be dropped dead waiting for her to walk down the aisle. Just five more minutes and she might have been a widow, and a widow was a far better thing to be than a jilted bride. It was all her sister’s fault. Christina had been fussing with her gown, fixing something in the bustle, insisting that Alice would never get the chance to be a bride again (what a lark) and everything must be absolutely perfect for that most important day when Alice would have become a baroness. And then Lord Livingston died, right then, right as he walked toward the front of the church. Dropped like a stone without warning and was dead before he hit the hard marble floor with a sickening thud. Instead of Lady Livingston or Lady Northrup, she was still Miss Hubbard and it looked like she would be Miss Hubbard for the rest of her days. Christina stood, eyes wide with horror, as their father walked slowly to the front of the church. The large room became deathly quiet, and Alice turned, grabbed her sister’s arm, and walked out the front door of the church. She couldn’t bear to see the pity in their eyes, nor the tears in her mother’s. Certainly Mama had never suspected her eldest daughter would once again be abandoned by her groom. Thank God they’d decided to get married in London and not St. Ives, where the villagers would have likely gathered to celebrate her marriage. No one was about except for the normal crowds. “I’ll murder him,” Christina said feelingly when they reached their carriage. The startled footman hurriedly dropped the steps and then handed the sisters into the carriage, which was meant to carry the happy couple to their wedding breakfast. Alice tore off her veil then gave her ferocious sister a weak smile. “I think he was in love with Patricia Flemings.” “No!” Christina said with the conviction of someone who cannot accept the fact that anyone could choose a Flemings over a Hubbard. Their father, Lord Richard Hubbard, was the third son of the fifth Duke of Warwick, and though he held no title, his connection to the great duke had put their family firmly in the lofty realm of the ton. Christina adored working “my grandfather, the Duke of Warwick” into as many conversations as possible, no matter what the topic. At eighteen, Christina was looking forward to her first season and was no doubt wondering how this latest wedding debacle with her sister would hurt her chances of making a good match. Alice realized she was officially a hopeless case, and would no doubt become the terrible punch line to jokes told from Nottinghamshire to Cornwall. You’ve heard of Alice Hubbard—or is it Miss Havisham? Charles Dickens had done her no favor by portraying a jilted bride as such a bitterly tragic character. Alice didn’t feel bitter, at least not at the moment, but she suspected she could not escape the label of ‘tragic.’ Now she would have to hide away for a time at their country estate in St. Ives, which wasn’t such a sacrifice, as St. Ives was her favorite place in all the world. Perhaps in her elder years she could be chaperone to her sister’s beautiful daughters. She would be known by them as “my poor spinster aunt who never found love.” Three fiancés and she had hardly tolerated any of them, never mind loved them. She’d only loved one man in her life but he, of course, did not love her. And that, perhaps, was the most humiliating thing of all.

 

 

 

 

Jane Goodger lives in Rhode Island with her husband and three children. Jane, a former journalist, has written seven historical romances. When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, walking, playing with her kids, or anything else completely unrelated to cleaning a house.
 
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Warrior of Fire (Blood and Silver #2) by Shona Husk (Tour) ~ Giveaway/Excerpt

 

WARRIOR OF FIRE 

by Shona Husk
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pub Date: 6/20/17

 


Is theirs a love match?

 

For Leira Venn, her future is a given foretold by the oracle of the Albah, the ancient people she was born to. Which is why she knows from the moment she meets Dr. Julian Ryder that he is fated to be hers. But nothing else about the prophecy feels right. For the handsome doctor is shrouded by darkness, and intimately involved with a woman who seems intent on killing Leira …

 

Or a death wish?

 

Sorrow has shadowed Julian Ryder for as long as he can remember. But from the moment he meets lovely Leira, his heart is filled with hope for the future—a future that is as combustible as the powerful attraction between them. For Leira is marked for death by the very forces who killed his mother. The very darkness that stole everything he held most dear. Only this time, Julian is stronger, more in control of his powers than ever. But will it be enough to save Leira from those who would destroy her?

 

 

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Leira sat quietly on the bathroom floor—it was the safest place for her to practice, given the abundance of water and the lack of flammable items. She’d moved the towels well away as an extra precaution. The tiles were cold under her butt. She’d been sitting here for half an hour with the unlit candle. She was running out of time if she wanted to get this done before she had to get to university. While she could light a candle safely, if she saw something that shocked her… Well, she didn’t want a repeat of the crisps incident. 

 

Saba would’ve happily done a reading for her if she’d asked, but Leira wanted to do this herself, and she didn’t want anyone else to know. She didn’t want Saba to know if everything had gone wrong. And if it had, how was she going to fix it? She didn’t know that either. Which was why she hadn’t lit the candle yet.

 

Sitting here wasn’t going to change anything. Maybe nothing had changed and it would all be okay, but she didn’t believe that for a heartbeat. Last night every time she’d looked at him she could feel the tracks changing direction, derailing the future she’d been expecting.

 

She shook out her hands. Maybe she was being overly dramatic, after all, if it was one of those meant to be things, why hadn’t she felt more than a tingle? All she’d gotten—once she’d gotten over the shock—was the same tingle she got when seeing any hot guy.

 

A smile formed. Julian was hot, and not just because his magic was fire. And they had agreed to get together to talk magic. And he’d offered to let her read his dead mother’s diaries, which was probably a great way to kill any mood.

 

There’d been no mood in the car, but there had been an undercurrent of something. She didn’t know what it was or how to deal with it, or him. She’d expected fireworks and…and something more. She wasn’t sure he’d felt anything for her except pity, because she couldn’t control her magic, and then embarrassment because it was pretty damn clear that everyone in the room thought they needed smooshing together. Saba had promised not to interfere, but that had been before, when the vision was still true.

 

Now it wasn’t. They had met and she needed to find out what had changed. She drew in a breath and then exhaled. In her mind she saw a circle form around her, in her next breath it became real. She waited another couple of heartbeats before visualizing the flame.

 

If she was lighting a candle for the oil burner, she didn’t bother with the ritual, but this was about her future. She could’ve used a match and not worried about the magic, but she refused to use matches and lighters. She had to be able to do this.

 

Leira pictured the flame in her mind, then pushed it out of her. The candle lit with a spark and a crackle. She leaned forward and rested her hands on her chin so she could stare into its blue center. As she did, the flame expanded. The blue becoming a ball three inches in diameter.

 

Her concentration remained steady. How many exercises had she done just on focusing without even using fire? She’d lost count. She could do this without burning off her eyebrows now. The blue started swirling as though filled with currents.

 

Show me the path I am on.

 

She expected to see the train, Julian—he had a name now—and herself giving lectures. Her future still steady even if she didn’t know how to get there. She’d met him; all they had to do was fall in love. When she thought of him, that feeling was there even though when she was with him it wasn’t.

 

Was she getting herself muddled by constantly checking and imagining?

 

No, she knew the difference between the present and the future. This time Julian didn’t appear in the flame. The currents grew darker as though made of thick oily smoke. No, it was smoke. And flames. Her future was nothing but smoke and flames.

 

No!

 

She gasped and dropped the circle, batting the ball of fire away. It bounced off the wall and into the two inches of water she’d put in the bath in case of emergency, where it then fizzled and went out.

 

Her heart beat fast. That didn’t make sense. Just because her initial meeting with Julian had gone wrong didn’t mean her whole life was going to go up in smoke.

 

Did it?

 

Fire was her element. What was she going to do, spontaneously combust? A nervous laugh slipped past her lips.

 

She must have projected her own feelings about the situation. Saba was better at this than she was. Saba was better at everything, except school grades. That had been the one place she had bested Saba. Leira had worked hard to be good at something.

 

What if Saba saw exactly what she had seen? What did it mean? It couldn’t be death. There were other paths. There were always other paths. She knew that. All that she had been shown was the path she was currently on.

 

Right. She could fix this. She calmed herself. She just had to find a new path.

 

The trouble was, how would she know if she was on the same path or changing direction? She couldn’t check every decision that she made and sometimes it was the smallest thing that could create the needed ripple.

 

Last night had been more than a ripple.

 

 

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Shona Husk lives in Western Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered romance novels and hasn’t looked back. With over forty published stories, ranging from sensual to scorching, she writes contemporary, paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance.

 

 

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Giveaway for The Fourth Monkey
The Fourth Monkey - A.J. Barker

I'm running a little giveaway for a book called The Fourth Monkey over on my blog. I've read this book and thought it was perfectly evil. I'll post my review on July 1st, it'll probably get around 4 1/2 stars because the characterization was great. It's about a missing teen and also has a creepy diary that tells the tale of a young serial killer in the making. If this sounds at all interesting to you and you are in the US or UK please enter the giveaway by clicking here. You could win a signed copy of the book and some other stuff.

 

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Protected by Love (Montana Heat #0.5) by Jennifer Ryan (Tour) ~ Giveaway/Excerpt

 

Protected by Love
Montana Heat #0.5

By: Jennifer Ryan
Releasing June 20, 2017
Avon Impulse

 


It was more than another blind date . . .

 

It was DEA Agent Caden Cooke’s third chance to impress beautiful chef Mia Martin. He’d already stood her up twice, and was shocked she was even giving him another chance. For Caden, taking down the bad guys is important, but Mia’s made it clear there’s no excuse for his bad behavior. So he’s vowed to make it worth her while with an apology he’s cooked up just for her.

 

From the moment they meet, it’s clear this isn’t just another fix up. The sparks flying between them are undeniable; the tension is electric. Then, suddenly, the best moments of their lives turn treacherous when a drug dealer set on revenge puts their lives in danger. And Mia and Caden quickly realize they will do anything to protect the other—and live for the love neither of them expected.

 

 

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He really wanted to kiss her.

 

“You’re worried about work.”

 

He scanned the quiet street and the light traffic this time of night. He didn’t think Marco stupid enough to stay in the city. Too many cops out looking for him. He wondered if someone was watching his place, waiting for him to come home.

 

“Work is always on my mind, but right now, there’s only one thing I’m thinking about.” He closed the distance between them and slipped his free hand around her back, the ends of her hair brushing his hand, and pulled her close. He stared down into her surprised eyes and smiled. “You promised me a good-night kiss.”

 

Her hand came up and rested on his chest. “Yes, I did. I’m a woman of my word.”

 

“I’m counting on that.”

 

He leaned down. She rose up to meet him in the middle. Their lips touched, and fire shot through him with a swift need that burned and consumed every thought in his head but one: Hold on to her. He pulled her closer, changed the angle of the kiss, and took it deeper, sweeping his tongue across her soft lips and diving deep when she sighed and let him in.

 

 

 

Jennifer Ryan is the New York Times & USA Todaybestselling author of The Hunted series and the McBride series. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary small-town romances, featuring strong men and equally resilient women. Her stories are filled with love, friendship, and the happily-ever-after we all hope to find. Jennifer lives in the San Fransisco Bay Area with her husband, three children.

 

When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one. Her obsession with both is often revealed in the state of her home and in how late dinner is to the table. When she finally leaves those fictional worlds, you’ll find her in the garden, playing in the dirt and daydreaming about people who live only in her head, until she puts them on paper.

 

 

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